Monday, September 10, 2012

Poem In Progress

Timeless beauty that never wanes,
the bod may sleep,
but spirit remains,
be still my heart,
be quick my brain,
for the lady walks in truth,
and bears His name.

Prized over gold and Midus' touch-
jewels, gemstones, and the such,
are light as air to virtuous,
and as dull and dark as Erebus.

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